Talking with hands,secretly smiling.Catching bubbles on our fingertips,And watching as the room spins around us.Your smile is contagious.The dust motes in the air are fairies,dancing with us in the sunlightI could live on moments like this,I think,as I replace the lid on the old shoe box I keep you in"I already am"There's a tightness in my throat,and the smile you gave me breaksbut even opening the box again won't fix it.I liedWhen I said I could live on those moments.I won't ask for you backbut pleasedon't smile like thatso I can forgetThat that smile used to make me smile tooand it didn't even break when I looked away.

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